Chapter 972: I like your rust smell (84)
Listening to the little guy's little abacus, and looking at the pink diamond necklace, the little duck that had already noticed his behavior and was looking at him helplessly, Clarence couldn't help but shook his head and laughed.
This stupid girl is so unconfident in him, and so worried about him.
Thinking about it, Clarence lowered his delicate eyes and pondered for a while.
But he raised his eyebrows and chuckled slightly, then quickly bowed his head down.
"...!"
The little guy who pretended to be asleep suddenly noticed this guy's behavior, and he opened his soft eyes in astonishment and fixed his eyes on the face that was already close at hand.
But the next second, she felt that familiar, rust-like rich breath, blooming again...
But this time, she didn't directly transform like she did during the day.
But under the envelope of that sweet smell, a burst of deep and heavy sleepiness suddenly rose...
Soon, Xiang Xing closed his soft eyes again and fell asleep directly.
Hearing the steady and even breathing, Clarence felt relieved, slowly raised his head, and continued to stare at her deeply.
After looking for a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good night."
He smiled and kissed her again.
Get up and leave, disappearing into this dense night.
...
On the other side, in the Loth Palace.
Franka, who had finished interrogating Marbury overnight, just returned to his resting room and suddenly saw that there was a small round, fluffy shadow standing by the window.
"CuckooCuckoo"
The little fur ball groaned a few times, and Franka reacted and couldn't help but smile, and walked forward.
"It turned out to be you, the little owl of'York'."
The man smiled and took a thick kraft paper bag from the back of the pure black fat owl.
"Thanks for your hard work, go back and report to your master."
After sending the Fat Owl away, Franka took the paper bag and sat down quickly at the desk, carefully unpacking it.
The paper bag contained a pile of parchment paper full of words.
It was Archbishop Na Marbury who followed the words of the cathedral and the gods and brainwashed many believers madly, recording the accounts of the illegally collected high "dedication money".
After reading these records, Franka's eyes brightened, and she couldn't help laughing.
Very good.
With these things, he can justifiably convict Marbury and other people... and there are good reasons to allow the new Lhos kingdom to draw a clear line directly from the theocratic pope!
Thinking about it, Franka couldn't help but clenched her hands excitedly.
He looked out of the window subconsciously, looking at the dense night.
"You really did me a big favor again, York."
He smiled lightly, but he gave a quick glance as if he was thinking of something.
Speaking of it, when Marbury was interrogating just now, the "vampire" he was calling out to be arrested seemed to be the Duke of York.
Of course, he hadn't heard of the legend about the Duke of York.
Thinking of this, Franka froze for a moment, but then smiled and shook her head absurdly.
Although, his "ally" who has been hiding in the dark is also called York.
But, it should just be a coincidence.
How can there be any vampires in the world?
Step back ten thousand steps, even if there is, the Duke of York is truly a member of the Capet dynasty. How can he provide him with the most beneficial information at that time to help him successfully capture Fernand IV and recover? Where's Los?